When I was in sixth or seventh grade, my parents had to leave town suddenly. I think it involved a sick relative. They asked my usual babysitter, Rhonda, to care for me for a few days. Just before they were to leave, my mom remembered I had a routine check-up scheduled the next day and was about to call and reschedule but Rhonda said she would take me and not to worry.
The next day, Rhonda was to pick me up after school and take me to the doctor’s office. All day, I fretted over the upcoming check-up. Invariably, some aspect of a visit to the doctor involved exposure that was bad enough when it was my mom in the exam room. Rhonda was only a few years older than me but distinctly more ‘grown up’. To be honest, I had a bit of a crush on her. She was pretty and, compared to my female contemporaries, quite shapely. I was most enamored with her breasts and wanted so much to see and feel them.
I sat nervously in the waiting room, hoping that this check-up would be innocuous or perhaps Rhonda might remain in the waiting room. When my name was called, Rhonda stood, too. I paused and she said, “Let’s go,” and followed me back to the exam room. A few minutes later, a young woman entered the room and introduced herself as Kim. She was a nurse practitioner and would be conducting my exam instead of Dr Knox, a genial old fellow who was my regular pediatrician. She began with the usual inspection of eyes, nose, throat and ears. “Looks like you might have an ear infection,” she noted. After listening to my lungs and heart, she had me lay face-up on the table. She palpated by stomach and then my abdomen, her hand sliding inside my underwear. I felt a stirring of arousal with a female hand so close to my adolescent penis.
“Ok, I need to to roll-over on your tummy and lower your pants,” she instructed, picking up a thermometer from a tray. She added a glob of clear goop from a tube to the bulbous end and I knew she intended to shove the instrument in my rectum.
“No!” I protested. “Don’t want that in my butt!”
“I need you to cooperate,” Kim replied. “This isn’t the only thing going in your bottom.” My heart sunk, she meant I was getting shots, too. “You’re due two booster shots and that ear infection needs some antibiotics.” I grabbed my belt and refused to comply. “Can you help me out,” Kim asked of Rhonda.
“You better cooperate, mister,” Rhonda scolded. “Get those pants down or else.”
“Or else, what?” I objected.
“Or I’m gonna do it for you and give you a good spanking, as well,” Rhonda countered. I didn’t budge thinking Rhonda was bluffing. She brusquely pulled me from the exam table, quickly yanked down my pants and pulled me over her knee. She began to spank me really hard and scold me. My ass was on fire when she released me and prompted me back onto the table, this time face-down as instructed.
Kim parted my seared cheeks and inserted the thermometer. She then began to prepare the syringes, I think deliberately conspicuously to accentuate my anxiety and embarrassment. She pulled out the thermometer and set it aside. I looked over at Rhonda and her expression was a mix of satisfaction and enjoyment, as Kim swabbed my ass cheek and sunk the first syringe into my left glute. Both boosters went in that same cheek and then she moved around the table. My butt stung from the spanking but the left side now ached from the two shots. “This one’s gonna hurt a bit,” she warned and then stuck me with the antibiotics. I did not feel too much, at first, but then a deep, intense burning pressure grew and grew. She patted by butt and said I could cover-up.
The ride home was quiet but torture for my bottom. As we pulled into our neighborhood, Rhonda broke the silence, “I have a good mind to give you another spanking for behaving like that.” I was instantly hard and actually hoping she would follow-thorough. Inside, the continued to scold me on misbehaving and again undid my pants, this time pulling my belt free. She bent me over and strapped my already well-spanked ass initiating what now realize was the beginning of a long obsession about female attention to my tushle.